Author's Note:

Ahhh! I'm so sorry! Writer's block is a huge bitch. That, and I've had seriously the busiest, terrible last few days. Life's been a serious rollercoaster lately. Anyway, a quick update:

Once this story is over (whenever it happens to end, I haven't planned that far ahead yet) there will be a bonus chapter. As in, rated M, lovey dovey alone time. Smut. Shameless smut. So, when that time comes, the rating of this WILL change and obviously, don't read it if that sort of thing offends you… or if you're not mature enough to handle it.

Lastly, a special thanks goes out to Nefarious Seraph 13 for her reviews—you seriously helped me decide how I want Jack interwoven into this story/universe. And of course, thanks to all my reviewers and followers for the support!

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen OR Rise of the Guardians.

Chapter One:

Elsa woke up in a daze; her dreams had been bombarded by a silver haired man with ridiculously blue eyes and white skin. Even as she laid in the soft sheets she could feel her the electricity on her lips from the night before. Why had she kissed him? Well, if she could even call the light brushing of lips a kiss. He was certainly handsome but there had been more there that she couldn't put her finger on. She felt a connection to Jack Frost stronger than she thought possible with any single person; an attraction that left her restless and flustered.

The Queen sighed and sat up in her bed, running her fingers through her hair. What was it about him? And why did she care so much? But most of all… why was she so anxious about seeing him again today?

Elsa had decided not to tell Anna about her encounter with Jack Frost. She was certain her sister would blow it completely out of proportion and the idea of describing the events and the way she felt out loud was embarrassing. So embarrassing in fact that Elsa found herself blushing at the thought. No, she wouldn't tell Anna. There really was no point anyway, he would leave today along with the rest of the guests to Arendelle and then hopefully she could regain some of her composure. Ever since she'd felt his hand in hers she had been so out of character…

Ignoring the agony rising in her chest, Elsa stood and threw on a dark blue dress, braiding her hair as she descended the stairs into the dining hall, where Anna and Kristoff were already waiting with multiple noteworthy guests, including—

Elsa gasped when she saw the man she'd spent the evening with, both at the ball and in a snowy dreamland, sitting across from her sister, who appeared to be laughing at something he'd said. The Queen smoothed any wrinkles on her dress and tried—unsuccessfully—to avoid the gaze of Jack Frost as she stepped off the last stair onto the wooden floor.

As soon as her heel clicked against the wood, Anna's head snapped up and a wild smile appeared as she basically jumped from her chair, "Elsa! I want you to meet Jack Frost—he's from the Inboreas Kingdom. You know, the one in the North."

Elsa nodded, "I see. " She said, sitting in her chair at the head of the table, signaling for the breakfast to be brought out. "I actually danced with him last night at the ball. It's… um, nice to see you again, Jack." She said to him, picking up her mug of hot chocolate and taking a sip.

Inboreas, Elsa thought as she peeked at Jack Frost over her cup, who was not exactly dressed as one would expect when invited to have breakfast in the castle with the Queen and the Princess. Not that Elsa minded—in fact she thought he looked even more stunning without a sleek, black suit distracting the eyes from the angles of his face and the muscles in his neck—it was just that she was certain that she'd seen his bare feet under the table, which was more than a little strange, especially given the snow that was gently falling from the sky outside.

It was strange too that he was from Inboreas; that kingdom had shut itself up years ago and despite sending the invitation for the noble family and its people, Elsa had never gotten any sort of reply. He must have been the first person from the arctic to visit Arendelle in years.

"Pleasure's all mine, Elsa." Jack said with a grin as he smeared fresh lemon curd over his biscuit.

Elsa ignored the burning stare from Anna that flickered back and forth between her and Jack at his nonchalant tone while addressing the Queen. In an effort to block her out and seem less conspicuous Elsa broke the silence, "At what time will your boat be departing today?" She meant for the question to sound curious, but her voice broke on the end of today and she cleared her throat and hoped her red cheeks weren't visible.

"In a hurry for me to leave?"

Definitely not. Elsa's mind replied, and she felt a smile tugging on the corner of her mouth at the teasing tone in his voice. "That's not it," She said, avoiding his eyes.

"Well good, because I recall us making plans for this afternoon." Jack answered with a shrug.

Elsa stopped mid-bite. There definitely hadn't been any making of plans the night before.

He continued, directing his gaze to Anna as he rested his chin on his palm. "I'm itching to see Arendelle, and Elsa volunteered to show me around."

Elsa watched as he shrugged his shoulders so carelessly, and when Anna opened her mouth and spoke, the Queen had to resist the urge to leave the table and run to her room. "Liiike a date?" Anna's blue eyes seemed to light up with the brightness of the sun at the idea.

"No!" Elsa said, letting out a nervous laugh and awkwardly shifting in her chair. She had to admit, she was happy the rest of the table seemed distracted by their own conversations and weren't directing the entirety of their focus on her. All she could think about was how ridiculous she must look. And the mischievous look in Jack's eyes didn't help at all. She found herself uncharacteristically excited at the possibility of date. So much so, that she scolded herself in the hopes of remembering exactly why it was that she needed her heart to be alone. Her attempt was unsuccessful as she looked into the blue eyes of the man sitting to her right side.

"Like a tour," Jack corrected, as if he sensed how uncomfortable Elsa was becoming. But the smile on his lips never faded.

Anna pursed her lips, "Well Elsa, you certainly can't leave him without a guide especially after you volunteered."

I did no such thing… Elsa retorted, once again in her head. "I suppose I can't, can I?"

Author's Note:

Ugh, what a short, choppy transition chapter.

I seriously apologize for this. But I needed to write something to introduce the next chapter (which I've actually already started writing).

Despite this, please review! I love hearing what people have to say.